I was in Grade 4. This was a farming town and all the towns local school busses would first stop at the local primary school, collect the kids and then go to the secondary school to collect the rest.

My bus loaded with joyous and innocent school goers, was pulling into one of the secondary school bus parks. Many busses where lined up along the road with children waiting to board. To us younger kids, it always fascinated us that the bus drivers would always just narrowly miss each other when pulling into their parks. Most of all it amused Gregory James.

On this one special day, I was sitting half way up the bus and Gregory was up the back. Some mates and myself where chatting about Ninja Turtles when we looked at Gregory, who had the good notion to stick his head out of the small sliding window partition at the top of his seats window. ‘To get a closer look’ was the end summation after the accident.

Well Greg did get a closer look, so close in fact that he forgot the busses always just narrowly missed each other. The driver not taking Greg’s head into account conducted a quite deft parking maneuver.

Greg didn’t get his head back within the bus on time, as it was a rather tight fit to get it through the partition in the fist place. The end result was Greg’s head was torn off in front of the masses of children, all lined up and waiting to hop on their busses.

As his head presumably rolled along the ground outside, the people inside my bus were confronted with his headless body spurting blood everywhere. We were no longer talking about who was better out of Raphael or Master Shredder.

On top of that, three weeks later the bus driver committed suicide from the trauma of what he had done.

Amusing indeed.

I thought that the ending was a bit predictable.